Set sail my love

Set sail my love

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"Why are you the one running here? I have real reasons but I'm staying because I love you-I LOVE YOU LIRA VUUR just please talk to me?" He yelled as he made his way from his room shirtless, with his sweatpants hanging off his toned V. "This will never work Chase stop being blind!" I was fuming at what my dad said but now Chase was making everything worse. "This is not your decision to make I know what I'm doing!" "Love isn't enough for me." I said calmly with folded arms as I finally stopped pacing to face him with tear stained cheeks. "It isn't enough. I want security and time and support not just love." "How are you still in doubt Lira, don't you think I can be enough for you? With time and patience-" "No Chase. We're like a broken record...you will never be enough for me."
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CREDIT FOR THE BEAUTIFUL COVER GOES TO OCCAMY! "Why not give this a chance?" He rasps. His voice holds all the sadness and anger that he is feeling, and the pressure of it leaves him nearly mute. But then, as he continues to speak, his voice becomes louder, harsher, and the strain of it breaks the entire dam. "We'd be good for each other, " he chokes. "You know that I'd be good to you. I could make you happy." I stiffen, suddenly wishing that I were anywhere but here. There are so many things that I'm not ready to say, too many things to regret if things go sour. "I've already wasted all of my love on someone else, " I whisper, half defiant and half ironic sorrow. "There's no such thing as wasted love, " he growls.

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